This star is from the earth

When Zhang Yiman opened the door, Zhang Yaohui had already stood outside the door with a fruit plate for a full minute.

"I was washing my face just now." Zhang Yiman explained after opening the door. At the same time, she nonchalantly tapped her small face with her fingers, as if she had just finished washing her face and was doing skin care.

Seeing his daughter acting so hard, Zhang Yaohui was amused and angry, and felt a little pity for his daughter, so he didn't plan to expose the silly girl, saying that he heard everything outside the door just now, including the yelling, and the follow-up A series of panicked voices.

Zhang Yaohui nodded, walked into the room, put the fruit plate on the desk, and said, "Eat some fruit."

"Fruit! Fruit is so good! I like eating fruit the most!" Zhang Yiman immediately made an expression that she is the most fruit-loving human being in the world, picked up a cherry and ate it in his mouth, squinting his eyes like shooting an advertisement, He was slurred, and said with a happy face, "It's so good! It's so good!"

Zhang Yaohui couldn't stand it any longer, closed his eyes and turned his back. He secretly made up his mind that in the future, in addition to teaching his daughter how to discern the true thoughts of others, he also had to teach her how to cover up her true thoughts and tell lies naturally.

Looking around the room, Zhang Yaohui looked at this room that has changed almost every once in a while since last year.

The changes in this room are progressive from small to large.

At first, it was just some little things more or less, such as records, photos, crafts, dolls and throw pillows. Gradually, the style of the sheets changed, the color of the wallpaper changed, and there were a few more oil paintings and modern photography hanging on the walls. The romantic novels on the bookcase were replaced by one after another literature and social science books. In the end, even the lamp was added with a floor lamp, which was placed next to the single sofa.

Zhang Yaohui understands who these changes are because of.

Because Zhang Yiman never concealed this.

The dolls were won from the amusement park. The crafts were bought together with Han Jue. The choice of wallpaper is based on Han Jue's aesthetics, and it needs to be replaced with European tones, and the pattern must be minimalist. The habit of reading is learned from Han Jue. The books on the bookcase are all read from Han Jue's book list. Even if Zhang Yaohui wanted to recommend books that are more suitable for her daughter after reading these books, Zhang Yiman refused and insisted on reading them like Han Jue.

After getting off the car with Han Jue, the room didn't stop changing.

Han Jue's art exhibition to promote "Time and Space Traveler" ended in mid-January. After the end, Han Jue directly sent those paintings created by him to Zhang Yiman's house. Zhang Yiman happily accepted it, and told Zhang Yaohui, who was puzzled at the time, that these were farewell gifts.

A farewell gift... He really believed it at the time.

Zhang Yaohui felt that if it wasn't because the girl and Han Jue wanted to have a secret relationship and had to keep a low profile, the girl would definitely use these "farewell gifts" to replace the collections worth tens of millions at home, and hang them in the living room, restaurant, or even to the study.

It will not be like now, the large-scale screen-printed nine-square grid image was placed by Zhang Yiman in the personal music room in the attic. The rest of the small paintings are placed in the bedroom.

Zhang Yaohui turned around and found that there were a few more small sculptures on the shelf.

Apart from a few family photos and souvenirs brought back from overseas travel, there are few items with Zhang Yaohui's characteristics on the entire display shelf.

Zhang Yaohui turned his head and saw the ugly bear named Zhang Er on the single sofa, smiling and looking at him dully. The smile on the corner of Ugly Bear's mouth seemed to be mocking to his heart's content—【You should take this opportunity to be proud for a while, because this bit of territory will soon be occupied by me. Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie! 】

Zhang Yaohui stepped forward, quietly threw the ugly bear to the corner, brought a little raccoon doll from the side, and put it on the sofa.

"I'm sorry after eating!" came the voice of the daughter trying to speak clearly from behind.

Zhang Yaohui turned his head to look, only to see that his daughter's cheeks were bulging, like a squirrel desperately stuffing nuts into its mouth.

She covered her mouth with one hand, as if she was afraid of leaking what was in her mouth, and showed him the clean plate with the other hand. This is not only to show off how clean I eat, but more, to express a sentence: I'm done eating, you go, don't bother me to sneak a look at things that you can't find!

Zhang Yaohui read his daughter's mind, so he said very empathetically, "Are you so hungry? Shall I cut some more for you?"

Zhang Yiman immediately widened his eyes, shook his head and waved his hands in a "huh huh".

"Have you been in touch with Han Jue a lot recently?" Zhang Yaohui asked.

Zhang Yiman stopped talking, and pointed to her mouth, meaning that when she finished eating, when she lowered her head, her eyeballs would roll around, and only after she had finished chewing and swallowing the food in her mouth slowly did she calm down The tone said: "There is no contact."

Zhang Yaohui looked regretful, "After recording the show, there is still no contact?"

"After recording the show..." Zhang Yiman pondered for a moment, then as if suddenly remembered, he suddenly realized, "Ah, yes, after recording "Singer-Composer", I didn't contact her anymore."

"How was the recording?"

"Just... that's it, it's a little embarrassing."

"Singer-Composer was broadcast two days ago, right? Have you watched the show?"

"No! These two days I've been so busy that I don't have time to eat, how can I have time to watch the show! And I'm just a cameo, just a few shots."

Zhang Yaohui smiled: "Then just watch it with Dad!"

Zhang Yiman was dumbfounded: "Ang?"

"Haven't we watched TV together for a long time?" Zhang Yaohui went to get the computer on the desk, touched the case, it was still hot.

Zhang Yiman yelled "I'll come, I'll come!", and quickly grabbed the computer.

"Why, why do you suddenly want to watch TV..." Zhang Yiman asked stammeringly.

"It's a tradition." Father and daughter watch live variety shows with their daughters together. This has always been a traditional project in this family. Only one of them will stop if they really don't have time.

"Dad was busy two days ago, and you were away from home. Now we can watch together." Zhang Yaohui smiled kindly.

"Ah, haha...that's good." Apart from a dry laugh, Zhang Yiman really had nothing to say. In this state, Zhang Yiman really didn't know what he said.

It was only when she touched the computer that she realized what she had said.

[It's okay! Good for you! It's over, it's over, it's over! Woooo...]

Zhang Yiman swallowed a mouthful of saliva, trembling hands, lifted the computer screen.

The computer is in standby mode and can be used directly after entering the password.

After entering the password, the screen stays on the desktop, and the desktop wallpaper uses Zhang Yiman's mother's photo.

"It's so beautiful." Zhang Yaohui's eyes were slightly dazed, and he praised softly.

Zhang Yiman wanted to respond, but her mind went blank, only three words [what to do] floated around like the computer screen savers in the early years.

Because the browser is shrinking the status bar at the bottom, it has obviously been opened.

Zhang Yiman felt his heart beating violently at this time, maybe the father next to him had heard it. After Zhang Yaohui knocked on the door just now, she just paused "Street Dance", shrunk the page, and closed the computer. If you click on the browser now, only the "Street Dance" screen will appear, and it will even stay in the screen full of [My husband is awesome! 】The place.

"Why are you sweating so much?" Zhang Yaohui suddenly asked in surprise.

"Sweat?" Zhang Yiman followed his father's line of sight, touched his forehead, and found that it was all wet with sweat.

"It's not sweat!" Zhang Yiman explained loudly, "It's toner!"

"Oh, toner." Zhang Yaohui thought about it, and then asked, "Why is your face so red?"

"Red? Ah, this, this was taken just now! Just like this!" Zhang Yiman wiped his forehead, and patted his small face from top to bottom with the palm covered with "skin lotion", with strong force.

"Hmm." Zhang Yaohui took a deep breath and almost couldn't help laughing. But Zhang Yaohui is an old fox with profound morals anyway, and he is afraid that the silly girl will slap his face badly, so he just nodded in the end and accepted this setting.

Zhang Yiman breathed a sigh of relief, but she brought it back immediately.

Because the problem at hand has not been solved.

While racking his brains, Zhang Yiman tremblingly moved the mouse to the browser.

Zhang Yaohui didn't urge him, and looked at his daughter with great interest, and then at the cursor on the screen moving at a speed of one millimeter per second.

Just when Zhang Yiman was about to click on the browser, she suddenly stopped, turned her head and shouted: "Dad! I want to eat fruit!"

"Aren't you hungry?" Zhang Yaohui looked surprised.

"Suddenly hungry!" Zhang Yiman replied majesticly.

"I'll cut it for you. What fruit do you want?"

"apple!"

Zhang Yaohui stood up, picked up the plate from the desk, and was about to walk out the door.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Yiman hastily clicked on the browser, held her breath, and was about to close the page with shaking fingers.

At this moment, Zhang Yaohui, who was walking to the door, suddenly stopped, put the plate closer, and ran back staggeringly.

"!!!" For a moment, Zhang Yiman only felt that his heart was about to spit out from his throat.

quick!

quick! !

quick! ! !

Close the webpage now! !

"The feet are numb! The feet are numb!" Zhang Yaohui fell beside his daughter in pain.

Turning his head to look at the screen, he only saw a brand new website navigation page displayed on the screen.

[Just a second away! I almost died! 】Zhang Yiman was panting, calming down the lingering fear. There was a little person in his heart, just like a football player who scored a key goal and killed the game. He was gliding on the lawn excitedly, doing somersaults wildly.

At this moment, Zhang Yiman only felt that the wind was cool and the air was sweet.

"Are your feet numb? Let's go later~" Zhang Yiman was fine, and his face returned to its former brilliance.

Zhang Yaohui sighed: "Wipe off your sweat."

Zhang Yiman turned her head to help her father wipe off the sweat.

"Wipe it yourself." Zhang Yaohui said expressionlessly.

"Oh!" Zhang Yiman wiped his face obediently, sweating profusely again, Zhang Yiman was startled, and defended again, "This is toner!"

"Yeah, yeah," Zhang Yaohui tapped the screen with his chin, "Watch the show, watch the show."

Zhang Yiman muttered "This is really toner", and then clicked the search bar on the navigation webpage, and was about to enter [singer-songwriter] to search for programs.

However,

However.

Zhang Yaohui: "Huh?"

Zhang Yiman: "Huh?!!!!"

I saw the cursor lightly clicked on the search bar, and a box jumped out immediately below, with purple texts listed one after another.

This is the so-called [history search record].

Yes [Han Jue and Zhang Yiman to the end]

Yes [Han Jue recently]

Yes [Han Jue why]

They are all only half-typed entries.

And [this is hip-hop] is impressively included, and it is the top item, which is the latest search keyword.

Zhang Yiman's pupils contracted, and his hand speed exploded with unprecedented speed. He typed out the three words "singer and composer", pressed Enter, and searched.

All in one go!

But Zhang Yiman put out the "Singer-Composer" program with an empty face, only two words in his mind, [It's over, it's over, it's over...]

However, Zhang Yaohui's reaction gave Zhang Yiman hope again.

Zhang Yaohui asked curiously: "What, what, I didn't see clearly just now, is there the word Han Jue?"

"Oh, that...it's push!" Zhang Yiman immediately explained.

"Push? Oh..." Zhang Yaohui seemed to accept this explanation.

"Yes!" Zhang Yiman felt that his soul was a little lighter, and the bath just now was all in vain.

Open "Singer and Composer" cautiously, and open the latest issue cautiously.

All the way safe and sound.

A picture appeared on the screen, and Zhang Yiman recalled that after confirming that there was no [historical barrage record] in the barrage, he relaxed and watched the show with his father.

Zhang Yiman and Lin Qin sat in the waiting room for a long time, but those materials belonged to "Let's Fall in Love", so at the beginning of the program, there were not many shots of Zhang Yiman and Lin Qin. After greeting, There is no weight.

Zhang Yaohui was very dissatisfied.

Zhang Yiman reassured and looked back.

Looking back is listening to music.

When seeing Han Jue appear on the stage, Zhang Yaohui lifted his spirits.

""Goodbye Erchome", this name..." He read the title of the song, trying not to show any expression other than doubt on his face.

"It's a little strange, isn't it? Uncle said that this song was inspired by going to the country of cherry blossoms a few years ago!" Zhang Yiman quickly explained.

"Oh..." Zhang Yaohui believed it tentatively.

A song is over.

"How is it? How is it? Does it sound good?" Zhang Yiman asked.

Zhang Yaohui pondered the lyrics, half-closed his eyes, thoughtful.

He commented: "It's okay."

Zhang Yiman pouted, obviously dissatisfied, but she didn't say much, just continued to watch the show.

...

Due to the unique setting of the waiting room, Zhang Yiman and Lin Qin could only sit in the audience as guest performers.

Not many shots, but not few.

After each singer sang a song, Zhang Yiman and Lin Qin would also make comments.

But the weight that really belongs to them is not here, but at the end.

After the competition, Lin Qin and Zhang Yiman joined a group of singer-songwriters and chatted together, and then they were taken to visit a museum-like studio. Out of excitement, someone asked Lin Qin and Zhang Yiman if they had any demos of works they were creating, and they both said yes.

Then the two entered the recording studio one by one amidst everyone's cheers and applause, and sang their own demo works.

The quality is not bad, including Zhang Yiman, who claims to "can only sing but not compose", the songs he produced are also surprisingly good.

Quite a few people have recognized Zhang Yiman's demo, which is very similar to the half of the song she played to Han Jue in "Let's Fall in Love" last year.

"Your new song is nice, is it in the album?"

"without."

"Hey, it should be put in. What you wrote is seven times better than those written by Han Jue."

"Liar!"

"Okay, I was lying. It's eight times better than what Han Jue wrote!"

"What!~"

The first episode of the program was watched without any risk.

Zhang Yaohui stood up contentedly, and then asked his daughter if she wanted some fruit.

Zhang Yiman just wanted to drive his father away as soon as possible, saying that it was one o'clock, who would still eat.

Zhang Yaohui yelled "You used to eat at this point..." and was pushed out of the room by Zhang Yiman.

When there was only one person in the room, Zhang Yiman closed his eyes, his shoulders slumped, and he fell heavily on the bed.

She stretched, feeling like a war was over.

"Escaped one catastrophe! No, it was two catastrophes!" Zhang Yiman was extremely satisfied with his series of witty performances.

From opening the door calmly and covering up, to turning on the computer with fruits to make the tiger leave the mountain, and then referring to sweat as toner, and historical records as news push... Even the title of the song "Goodbye Erchome" is perfectly explained. Make Dad suspicious.

If he is very satisfied, Zhang Yiman will give himself 100 points!

"Hey, I have to share it with my uncle tomorrow morning! ~~" Zhang Yiman thought happily, expecting Han Jue to praise her for being smart and witty after listening to the story.

It's past one o'clock now, but because Zhang Yiman just showed the level of a trump card spy, his mood is hard to calm down, and it's not easy to fall asleep all of a sudden.

Zhang Yiman hugged Zhang Er who somehow fell into his arms, re-watched the unfinished "Street Dance", applauded Han Jue's fighting dance, and sent ten consecutive messages [My husband is the best in the world! 】

...

downstairs.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the silly dog ​​lying on the lawn in the moonlight, sleeping soundly on his belly, Zhang Yaohui held a cup of hot tea with extremely melancholy eyes. Take a sip, then sigh.

"It's useless."